Last night Burlington was consumed by a ferocious ice storm that made me want to stay home and hide under the covers.
This morning Lucy and I ventured out to Centennial Woods for a walk through the damaged forest. Above us trees swayed, creaked and moaned. The paths were littered with massacred tree body parts and I expected a branch to come thudding down on my head at any moment.
Meanwhile, JT was texting me pics of the Golden Gate Bridge and telling me how sunny it was in SF. No fair.
What is next VT?